Andrea's a Devil
That Andrea’s a devil.
Would you ever guess
a pointed tail lies well-hid
underneath her dress?
And don’t you know it’s with red
that she paints her hair?
(Camouflage for two horns
covered up in there.)
While good folks are dreaming of
mansions. . . .she is not.
She’s just basking in the sun
where it’s nice and hot.
Thinking she’s some unicorn
sipping at a brook.
Instead, she’s in her bed with. . .
a grisly horror book.
And her fascination with
numerology;
Now doesn’t that sound “fishy?”
Or is it just me?
Acting like a little imp
almost every day,
she becomes annoyed if life
is more work than play.
Whining on the internet
of her small bad luck
while her hubby busts his butt
driving semi-truck.
Yes, Andrea’s a devil
And I ought to know
‘cause she made me write this poem
just to tell you so!
*inspired by my desire to do a parody
on Linda Marie's poem she wrote for me,
"Andrea's an Angel." (this one is much
closer to the real me!)
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